Well, I
never come West for me health. I brung it with me, but I ain't goin'
to take chances by fallin' in love. Writin' po'try is wearin' enough."
For a while he rode silently, enjoying his utter freedom. But
followers of Romance must ever be minute-men, armed and equipped to
answer her call with instant readiness and grace. Lacking, perhaps,
the grace, nevertheless Sundown was loyal to his sovereign mistress, in
proof of which he again sat straight in the saddle, stirred to speech
by hidden voices. "Now, take it like I was wearin' a hard-boiled hat
and a collar and buttin shoes, like the rest of them sports. Why, that
wouldn't ketch the eye of some likely-lookin' lady wantin' to get
married. Nix! When I hit town it's me for the big smoke and me
picture on the front page, standin' with me faithful dog and a lot of
them fat little babies without any clothes on, but wings, flyin' around
the edge of me picture and down by me boots and up around me hat--and
in big letters she'll say: 'Romance of A Cowboy. Western Cattle King
in Search for his Long-lost Sweetheart. Sundown, once one of our
Leading Hoboes, now a Wealthy Rancher, visits the Metrokolis on
Mysterious Errand.
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